The Restaurant Holder

Eva Thomson closed the restaurant door behind her and locked it. With a satisfying clunk of the lock sliding into place and a hefty jiggle of the handle she walked off, sure that her new lock would hold up.
With a sigh she took her usual short cut to the parking garage through the moonlit alley with a slow walk. It was Friday night; and Mingle had been packed. It was a popular place; when she first opened Mingle two years ago it was just a place with an enjoyable atmosphere and good food. But then it went big when an unsuspecting food critic had come with a group of friends for lunch. The next day an amazing critique of the place was in the newspaper and so many people started flooding in they had to make reservations months in advance to get in.
She'd been on her feet since one P.M. when the place opened. She pulled out her phone and looked at the illuminated clock on the screen. One A.M. Eva groaned. Although busy, it hadn't been a good night. As she put her phone away she saw the glow of the light create shadows against the walls of the buildings around her. Creeped out she hobbled faster on her tired feet.
"Where do you think you're goin' lil' missy?" A voice yelled from the dark shadows.
With a jump she whipped around and searched for the voice. Seeing nothing she pulled out the little but sharp pocket knife she kept in her purse. She wasn't about to use her thousand dollar chef knifes she had neatly put away in their carrier.
From another dark shadow a man laughed at her feeble knife. The sound of pocket knives unfolding came from many shadows and echoed as to sound like there were hundreds of evil people in this long alley.
Panicking Eva held the knife out in front of her and walked backwards toward the exit of the alley. She backed into a wall and looked behind her. This wall was round and solid. To her horror it wasn't a wall. It was a man, a big, tall, scary looking man holding a knife.
"Boo!" Said the big, tall, scary looking man.
Eva let loose a blood curdling scream and ran in the opposite direction. Another man appeared from the shadows with a knife and an evil grin.
"Where do you think you're goin?" The second man said.
"Um... Home?" She started walking in the other direction towards her car, but there was still a giant blocking her way.
"Yeah... I don't think so lil' missy." One of the giants yelled.
They started coming closer. She barely heard the man respond over the sound of her heart in her ears. In fear she walked backwards to the hard brick walls and watched them come closer, stalking her almost, as if this was a game to them. Her breath was coming out in shallow gasps as the man to her right came within a few feet of her. Reaching out he grabbed the knife that was still held out in front of her. When his skin touched hers she was jolted out of her quite state. With a scream she pulled back the knife in her hand and sliced the man's palm. Enraged, the attacker hit her with his good hand across the face. The force slammed her to the ground, but she kept screaming; hoping someone would hear and save her already.
"Shut up!" The man with the bleeding hand yelled as he kicked her in the leg.
"Yeah shut up!" A third one said, kicking her in the stomach.
The kick took her breath and they laughed as they watched her try to get it back.
"Hey!" A voice yelled from behind them.
The attackers stopped laughing and turned around. There was nothing there but shadows.
"Wha' was tha?" Giant number three asked his buddies.
"I dunno, here les just get her pants off already before some one finds us." Number one replied. He turned back around to her and the others followed.
"That wouldn't be very polite now would it?" The voice said again.
The three thugs spun around as three others walked out of the shadows.
Great, Eva thought, there's more of them.
"What's it to you huh?" Thug three yelled at the intruders. "Go find your own broad!"
"Now that is not very pol--"
"OOMPH!" The thug in the middle fell to the ground. Behind him was Eva with her purse held high above her head.
One of her saviors turns and punches the thug on the right.
Eva turned and whacks the last guy on the end with her over-sized purse, but he was prepared for it. He grabbed her purse and tries to pull it out of her hands but it stopped by a swift kick in the balls. Crumpling to the ground she repeatedly hits him with her purse then kicks him while screaming profanities.
Stomach.
Balls.
Stomach.
Balls.
A hand touched her shoulder and with one good swing she turned around and hit him in the stomach with her bag.

The Ring part 3: Summer's dead.

Soon days, weeks, months, half a year had gone and passed. Until that night was just a distant memory that neither were sure whether really happend. Those sweet summer nights were gone.Even Atumn had come and gone, marking the end of any summer romance. Winter was here; freezing the hearts that summer had so well melted.
Time had past from new beginnings into the old rutines of school and the expectations of fake smiles. A time that meant new people would fall in love, new hearts would be broken, and old wounds would still be open.
Everyone had new friends that year. Valentine's Day was a few months away and everyone was trying too hook up now so they could say "I love you" on that one endearing night.
Those two secret lovers from last summer were no longer in love. Maybe on some level they wished they still were and maybe on another they wished for something else. But one thing was for sure; they could no longer stand each other. Everyone had grown to like one more than the other. They all got excited when he would walk into the room and would run to give him hugs try to be the only one for him to adore. The girl would watch this every day, each time her heart breaking peice by peice.

The Definition of High School

"Your first assignment of the year is to write a page, I know, since summer has just ended it will only have to be a page. For those of you over-achievers, writing more than a page will not give you extra credit, or an advantage in my class." The teacher walked behind his wooden desk laiden with things you would see in a crappy high school movie and took a swig from a small bottle hidden inside his tacky, might-have-been-cool-in-the-80's jacket.
I pulled out a brand-new peice of college ruled lined paper, from my brand-new three inch three ringed binder and held my brand-new yellow number two pencil hovering over the first line.
The only good thing about a new school year at a new school is that if your lucky,
1.You can start over.
2.You get new stuff.
But so far niether of those have been able to lighten my mood since I got to this place.

book idea

2 people
female lives with small family in middle of no where in the moutains
male is orphan
bad guy gets him a job
turns out the job is killing people but male doesn't know this
female's family has seen something that they shouldn't have
bad guy + male go to this house during the middle of the night
they have orders not to kill the family but take them back to the city
males stays to watch the house
girl was hiding when they took her family
they befriend each other
male helps female
they go into city to look for family
explode some stuff
find her family
somewhere in there they fall in love

In a Blue Sunset part 6:: The ball

Eban stood on the other side of the ballroom doors as he waited to make his entrance.
Trumpets sounded on the other side, and the carved doors that hid his presence were opened. A hush went through the crowd as they saw him. He stepped forward and a pathway was made for him leading to the other end of the room where the king and queen sat on the royal thrones. There were two other thrones next to them; Eban walked forward and bowed in front of the King.
"Father, I have returned."
The king smiled and stood. "My People of Fang, My son, Prince Eban, has returned!"
A cheer went through the crowd as Eban stood and took his seat next to the Queen. He smiled as he looked over the crowd of adoring girls, but the one he was looking for wasn't there. The smile faltered.
The King did not sit down, instead he announced: "My people! We have a guest here tonight who was the one who helped my son come home!"
Eban sat up a little straighter at these words. There was the sound of swooshing dresses as people looked around to see this person they've never met.
"This person," The King continued, "Is as brave as one of our many soldiers who is out in battle! This person helped my son though being kidnapped and crossing Blood River!"
A few gasps went through the crowd, but Eban only rolled his eyes.
"People of Fang, I present to you, Zayn!"
The trumpets sounded again and the doors opened.

In A Blue Sunset Part: maybe 5. Getting Ready

(NOTE: ok so i haven't written a part for when they get into the kingdom and what not; so now Zayn is in her suite that she has been given since the prince demanded it and she is getting ready for the ball that is tonight.)

"Ya know when the Prince ran away we was all worried sick ya know? Those gaurds searched for days and didn't find nothin''. We's all thought that he was a gonnar for sure ya know what I mean?" A maid gossiped away as she poured more hot water in the tub Zayn was being washed in.
The ball was tonight and the maids just couldn't wait to scrub the dirt from her ears. The maid pulled out a blue bottle and squirted half the contence out onto Zayn's soaked hair. She could smell the essence of the goo that was now on her head as the maid started applying it all over her hair.
"It's called shampoo. It's like soap that doesn't ruin your hair. They sell it down at the market place." The maid said as she noticed Zayn's curious look. "Roses and Strawberries. The Prince loved them when he was little. The gardeners was always working over time you see, to keep up with his demand for strawberries." She sighed. "I just hope the poor boy still loves them; ya know I hear that when his mama was sick -- I mean the Queen, he brought her a dozen roses of every color to her everyday. Even after she died. They was her favorite flower ya know. The way he looked at her grave was like he ain't ever gonna give up on her like if he had enough power he was gonna bring her back to life ya know what i mean? At least, that's what I hear around here.""What about you dearie? You gots any family?"
Zayn sighed. "Not that I know of. I don't remember much till a few years back. Just little bits and pieces that don't make any sence." Zayn waved it off, she knew she didn't have any family. It was always going to be like that.
"Oh." The maid sighed. Hearing the tone in Zayn's voice she knew to back off from the subject.
The maid helped her out of the bath and into a simple shift. She had Zayn sit down on a padded stool in front of an elaborately hand carved waterfall vanity as she started to comb out her hair.
"How long 'till the Ball starts?" Zayn asked
"Eh, 'bout three hours." The maid replied.
"Oh, okay. So what do you do at a Ball?"
The maids gave her a funny look. One of the many things Kingdom Fang was known for was well known for were the huge balls they would hold. Because of that, every child was taught chivalry, dancing and correct posture at a young age. "Uh... you dance." One maid said like she was talking to a stupid child.
A bright flash of light blinded Zayn as a different scene came to her mind's eye. People were laughing and talking, all dressed in fancy gowns and masks as they swirled around matching their rhythm to the rhythm of the music. The room was big, a grand room to be exact. The walls shined with gold, holding elaborate painting scenes of hunters atop of their horses. The ceiling was just as amazing with a crystal chandelier reflecting the vibrant colors of the dancers below. A little girl no older than ten, stood in the middle of the crowded ballroom. She stood there, holding her colorful mask at her side. Unlike the dancers her face was clearly visible in the crowded room. Her giant purple eyes searched the room with a purpose; but soon they started to fill with tears. Shaking her head to clear her eyes her overly curled hair shook and bounced around her shoulders. Nervously she played with the silk blue dress, wrinkling the fabric maids had worked to keep smooth for so long. The tears started coming back again as she shifted from foot to foot when the music had stopped.
"Avery!!" Someone from above her yelled. The little girl frowned and looked confused, like she didn't understand.
"Avery!!" The voice called again. "Wake up!"
Zayn opened her eyes, looking around confused she saw Eban hovering above her just a few inches from her face. She frowned. She had no idea what she just saw and what it meant and now she had to go and figure out why Eban was on top of her.
"Well thats the second time I've woken up to you being in my face today." Was the first thing Zayn said.
"Well if you'd stop feinghting all the time this wouldn't keep happening." Eban replied smoothly.
"I didn't feinghting the first time! You kicked me!" She yelled.
"I though you were a spy! And instead of backing down when we started fighting you just elbowed me in the ribs harder!...which by the way I have a bruise now." Eban said sounding hurt.
"Well I was-- wait I feinghted? How long have I been out? How did you get here so fast?"
"Again with the questions." Eban sighed.
The maid piped up. "You've been out for about three minutes now. Turns out Eban was right out side the door the whole time. Must have heard every word we said."
Eban turned around to glare at her and while he wasn't looking at Zayn, she shoved him off of her and sat up.
"Hey! What was that for?" Eban Whined.
"Oh shut up and get out." Zayn stood up and dragged the young man out the door, slamming it in his handsom face. Zayn turned around from the door. "Now can we please get the whole 'getting ready for the Ball' thing over with?"
Once Zayn's hair had been combed until her scalp was red, and her lips and eyes painted; she looked into a mirror on the dressing table to see a tangled, dusty girl transformed into a sparkeling, clean young lady.
When the maids were done they stepped back to admire their work. "Now that's a lady worth lookin' at." The maid beemed.

In A Blue Sunset Part: Maybe 4. The Meeting

Chpt. 3
Zayn woke up to a massive head ach and trhe sound of a crackeling fire. Slowly she opened her eyes, trying to make out objects as her eyes adjusted to the fire's light; she moaned.
"Who are you!? What do you want!??" A voice came from the darkness.
Sitting up Zayn squinted into the corners the fire light didn't reach.
"Well good morning, I'm fine thanks for asking. No wait, that's not right... being kidnapped a lot sotra grows on you after a while yeah know?"
"Who-- what-- you-- I did not kidnap you! Its not my fault you walked into my dune!" Eban argued.
"You must be a sand wanderer. I could never understand how they could be so cranky all the time..." Zayn grumbled.
"Takes one to know one." He replied.
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm arguing with a complete stranger! And a sand wanderer at that! Zayn thought to herself.
Sand wanderers were well known in Sandstorm but rarely seen. There were myths about how they had other human souls trapped in their own soul and the only way they could let the human souls out to find their way to heaven was by bending the earth to their doing. When they didn't let the souls out they supposedly went mad with the effort. The extra souls gave the sand wanderer the powers to move sand around, turn boulders to dust and even kill a man by just looking at him.
Zayn sighed, looking around where she lay it was just a giant cave made of rock. The weird part was, it was damp in the middle of the desert.